Wednesday, April 25, 2007

All My Paper Towers Are Not

all my paper towers are not
gleaming in the sun
and the sketches for the

castle are too incomplete

and I just sigh when I

look at the pinprick
stars glittering

in the sweet blank sky above

the cardboard forest

but someday the inhabitants

will return;

the pink-tissue buds unfolding

under a foiled moon

mary angela douglas 11 february 2006